My car is full of plastic recorders, and my kitchen is full of home-canned applesauce. I like using my hands. On hikes, I walk in zig zags, touching the turkey feather fungi and the square holes in tree stumps from the pileated woodpeckers.
I like moving my body. I need to move my mind, the way I need to breathe. Absorbing names, sounds, stories and putting them together is fundamental. Talking, writing and simply being curious are part of living and building — and they're a joy. One of the great ones.
My house is full of books, floor to ceiling. I have a Maine coon cat, thanks to a former old room-mate, and my grandfather's desk, and a novel in progress on my computer. I also have a a close family, and a close circle of friends, and a fairly healthy confidence.
I am curious, active, and independent